But with everyone watching, he had no choice but to hand it over.
The tech guy tore open the sealed bag and looked at the phone. "Damn, this thing really got roasted."
Lin Jingwen saw this and said to Ma Shicheng with a fake smile, "Congratulations."
The legal guy said, "Heh, for a high schooler, that really is a lot of money."
Homeroom teacher Shan Qingrong and Director Yan were shocked that this sum was more than their combined two years' salary, but they both had a bad feeling.
Ma Shicheng held the phone. "Thank you, smida."
Lin Jingwen's final glance carried a bit of pity, and also a hint of mockery.
Ma Shicheng said, "Leave me an email address."
Lin Jingwen agreed. She really wanted to see this high schooler's despair a few days later.
Samsung's legal team left the Fourth Middle School with the phone.
They got into a business van. Lin Jingwen leaned back in the leather seat and closed her eyes to rest.
